You Paint a Picture. A picture of what you think I want, or who you think I am.
You spend time crafting a way to deal with me in a way that makes you think you have me.
Make no mistake, you don’t have me.
We live in a culture where people want equality,
Yet you are not I, and you belittle me.
We teach our children to refrain from judging a book by its cover,
Yet go to war over energy with our brother.
After a while I lost faith.
I lost faith in you.
When I say you, I mean them.
I lost faith in what I should expect.
You are so absorbed in something that has no meaning,
He lies to you and tells you that he is leaving.
You believe him, because why shouldn't you.